To the hilltop
led by the sound of sunlight drawing pictures
urged by time
erasing and re-shaping again and again
at every curve
old things emerge and re-emerge
perhaps, like the hatred
which I left some time back
nature brimming with a furtive smile
and
winking with singing colors
Me, an intruder
inhaling wrinkled happiness
the hills and valleys seek
the harmony of mist
to hide solidified sobs and sighs
the topless trees telling stories to the rain
of moments of seduction and gloom present
the darkened pond escapes to the corner
heavy with a destitute’s biography
veiled sorrow stumbling on
the remnants of concocted complexities
babbling brooks trying to evade
shamelessly woven dreams of the meadows
the cascade rhyming love-laden hours
with glory, grandeur and grace
I stand here, naked
with a haunting melody inside….
My pen is still with a love of madness, poet made it with a streakness, greatest work the hills and valleys seek the harmony of mist to hide solidified sobs and sighs the topless trees telling stories to the rain of moments of seduction and gloom present the darkened pond escapes to the corner heavy with a destitute’s biography veiled sorrow stumbling on the remnants of concocted complexities babbling brooks trying to evade shamelessly woven dreams of the meadows the cascade rhyming love-laden hours with glory, grandeur and grace
A nice, well articulated piece. Good job. Thanks for sharing. Please have a look at my poem #409 MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
One of the best poems dedicated to Nature I have ever read.............I am elevated
A delicate, lovely ode to nature for all she has to offer by way of beauty and inspiration.
Truely beautiful with the last couplet stealing the show! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely amazing. Thanks and please keep writing on.